Oh right, I have a blog…
As I sit here in the wee hours of the night trying to think of what to write, I can’t help but feel like I’m having dinner with an ex-boyfriend. It feels awkward, I don’t know where to begin when it comes to talking about myself, and I’m not quite sure I really want to revisit this. The only difference between catching up with an ex and writing a blog post after being M.I.A. for almost a year is that I don’t have to dress up for the occasion. Actually, it’s that and being spared repeating the mantra of “don’t hook up with him, he’s a douchebag, walk out of here with some goddamn dignity.” I’m kidding about the last part, sort of.
I guess if I were to keep continuing to compare this moment to having dinner with an ex, then I guess that makes me the person who comes groveling back. Pride aside, I’m coming back to give this another shot so I can get the creative juices flowing again. I’m rusty and there’s been a lot on my mind I selfishly want to document.
Yes, Tumblr, I’m coming back so I can use you for my own delight.
At least I’m being upfront about it.
All analogies aside, I do intend to write again. If there are any suggestions on what I should write about, I’m pretty open to that. Otherwise, I’ll probably write whatever seems interesting for me at 2am and realize it’s really not entertaining during the normal hours of the day.
